To say that you and Kyra were flirts was an understatement. Glances, body sways, winks, singing lyrics in scarily close proximity. And, God, did you both love it. It was another, if not *the* biggest concert ever. Lights dancing across the whole stage, guitars and vocals drifting in and out to that of a sirens song. While it was amazing, it was also tiring. Packing up after, you felt Kyra's arms snake around your waist, head buried into your shoulder, a small "hi" being tiredly uttered.